Maine faisla kar liya th ak aaj saari jhijhak chhodni padegi warna jo ab tak kiya hai vo bekaar ho jaayega.Mujhe pata tha k abhi tak maine jitni himma... dikhaayi hai utni himmat main fir kabhi nahi jutaa paaungi. jab mere sasur waapas apne kamre me chale gaye to main bhi un k kamre ki aur chal padi. mera dil badi jor se dhadak raha tha. jo main karne ja rahi thi us par mujhe khud yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Maun ye bhi nahi soch sakti thi k main apne pati k saath bhi kabhi itni jabardasti kar sakti. "Never heard of him." He has asked your father to pay you court." Who, this Vanmeter person, he wants to marry me?" Her voice broke, squeaked in her throat, and she gritted her teeth, embarrassed.The woman smiled briefly at the girl's discomfort. "Indeed, he might. He is from a very good family. His father is a planter with a slew of mills and his grandfather was a ship builder I believe, down on the Pocomoke. His uncle by marriage knows your father I'm sure, was some kin to Governor Eden's. It was warm– almost hot– and seemed to sting slightly.“There are herbs in my special mixture that cause the hair to stand on end,” the stylist explained. “They sting just a little, but it is worth it for the closeness of the shave.” She then picked up a razor from the tray and began shaving Vicki’s head.The razor was very much like a standard women’s razor that you could buy at most stores, but somehow it looked... more expensive.It took only a moment for the stylist to finish Vicki’s head. She. She scanned the carriage discretely and looked for her companion. She had no idea what he looked like, with only vague descriptions to go by. She'd wanted it that way, wanted the element of mystery in the whole adventure. It was, after all, supposed to be a fantasy. Three days before, she'd placed the ad online along with a particularly saucy snap of her tits. They were good tits, smooth and dark with big brown nipples. "Gentleman wanted to fulfil subway fantasy," she'd typed, playfully turning.